My mom is the embodiment of "look at my son... pride is not the word I'm looking for"
Story to that:
I had theater today and wore my suit as costume. I have a vivid memory of putting the pants in my backpack, but apparently I forgot them.
Anyway, so. I told her we need to buy new suit pants because I forgot mine and my boyfriend has his German equivalent of prom on Sunday and he asked me to accompany him.
I agreed, although I can't dance, and need those suit pants because I will not look like a beggar there.
Anyway.
I have a hard life.